November 15, 2018 | 1:07 PM

❛ ɪɴsᴀɴɪᴛʏ ❜

My blood and his blood is one
But, I don't know how can this happen
I'm becoming crazy to his kisses that I once
Felt in my lips and I know I need his pen

To write out our insanity
As he held my hand
Full of insecurity
About the world outside

Together in a room
We let ourselves free
As the moon
Witnessed this kind of glee

Is this a sin?
Or is it just an innocent way
To runaway from the reality
That hurt us everyday.